It is not that I haven't wanted to write but I always find myself short on time, resources, or inspiration. I will say this past month has been a blur when it comes to life. I made some big decisions to move me forward and to a better place, I was bombard with friends and family, and said good bye to the love of my life.
I spent the first three trips of the month in Ireland, which I love and then in between entertained not one, not two, but three friends in one weekend. Nichole was a planned visited and I managed to actually get on the good side of my supervisor to ask for some days off during her second visit to the big apple. She came and crashed with me in BK after a three hour bus ride into the city because some idiot planted a suspicious package in the outbound Lincoln Tunnel. Apparently he did it the Wednesday prior on my way to work which would explain why I looked up from The Post to find the bus in some neighborhood. The great thing about Nichole's visit is that she had been here prior and did all the tourist crap so she was happy to hang out and do my life routine. We caught a Ducks game at the local bar and ended up at Cafeteria where our server was from Oregon...we fell in love with him immediately!! The second day we were joined by Dave May and went to an amazing restaurant for dinner and then out on the town for cocktails. The third day Turiya made her appearance and we all went to Girmaldi's for the best pizza I have ever had outside of Italy. I could only convenience one of them to go walking with Willie and me.
Carol was my second visitor and was keen to take a trip with me to Belfast where I showed her around the city and of course around the bars as well. She came to help me with the decision to find a new home for George as this place is god-awful for both of us and she deserves a better life. That being said, the girl packed up her belongings and took up her Oregon residency once more. Yes, I am very sad and no the breakdown still has yet to arrive.
I made the amazing choice to move back to the city and have found a great two bedroom share in the UWS/South Harlem/Columbia/Morningside...depending on your audience. The big move is tomorrow morning and I literally counted the days until it was here. I would think..."this is the last time I have to haul my bags to this subway line" or "this is last time I have to change trains four times to get home". I am super excited for the move and hope to get everything put away and make it a home asap. My new roommate is a whole nother blog!
What else...I finally fell down the stairs to the subway today with my bags. My roller board went flying as I slipped down at least eight stairs. My backpack stopped me finally along with my left forearm with is already showing the war wounds. What actually surprised me is how many people stopped and asked if I was okay.
I am sure there is much, much more to talk about but this girl is hitting the hay and moving back to civilization tomorrow!
